Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

at the same time.

Inside the Moon Palace.

Meng Yuxuan buried her face in the soft couch in the inner hall and began to cry loudly.

Meng Luoli followed closely behind and sighed helplessly as she looked at the trembling figure crying on the bed.

This crying lasted for two hours.

The hysterical anger that had erupted from the main hall had now turned into sobbing and aggrieved sobs. Meng Yuxuan lay on the couch, her shoulders heaving, crying and muttering:

"Second sister... how could eldest sister do this? There are so many men around her, why did she have to choose me? Old Xu clearly loves me so much, he confessed to me for two and a half years without fail. It must have been eldest sister who seduced him, right..."

"Waaaaah... What should I do...?"

The sobs were intermittent, making Meng Luoli feel a pang of sadness and helplessness, unsure of how to comfort her.

The Jiang family was wiped out when the third sister was born, and the sisters chose to keep it a secret, so the third sister was unaware of her eldest sister's obsession with revenge.

Over the years, the eldest sister founded the Guanghan Immortal Palace, befriended powerful figures, and even willingly became a "social butterfly" in Qingzhou, all in search of the legendary Pure Yang Holy Body.

If Xu Pingsheng truly possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body, it would be highly unlikely that the eldest sister would give it to the third sister.

Even if she really followed the ancient legend of Ehuang and Nüying sharing a husband, the eldest sister would not hesitate to indulge in nightly revelry for the sake of cultivation, and would not spare a single night for the third sister. In that case, what difference would it be from being a widow?

This question...

No solution!

Just then.

"Auntie, handkerchief, wipe your tears."

A soft, sweet voice rang out.

Meng Luoli turned around and saw that her daughter, Xiao Meng'er, had been woken up by crying at some point. She was wearing a pink nightgown, her hair was messy from sleep, and she was rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Clutching a small handkerchief embroidered with a rabbit in her little hand, she tiptoed and handed it to Meng Yuxuan.

When Meng Yuxuan looked down at that exquisitely beautiful face, her grievances suddenly lessened considerably.

She pulled Xiaomeng'er into her arms, nuzzling her nose against the little one's soft hair, her voice trembling with tears:

"I'm sorry, Meng'er, the uncle I promised to find for you has become your great-uncle."

Little Meng'er was held in her arms, tilting her little head, blinking her big, watery eyes, and innocently asking, "Uncle-in-law? Uncle-in-law? What's the difference?"

"Well..." Meng Yuxuan carefully chose her words, trying to keep it simple, "My aunt's husband is the man who sleeps with my aunt, and my other aunt's husband is the man who sleeps with my other aunt."

"Oh—" Xiao Meng'er drawled out, nodding as if she understood but not quite.

The little girl's head spun around, then her eyes lit up. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Auntie's sad because of this? That's easy!"

"Let that man sleep with his aunt today, his other aunt tomorrow, and his mother the day after! That way, he'll have his uncle-in-law, his other aunt-in-law, and his father in his dreams!"

"yeah!"

As he spoke, the little guy raised his hand and made a happy peace sign, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

Meng Yuxuan had just picked up the teacup next to her to take a sip of water to calm herself down when she heard this, she almost spat out her water.

Meng Luoli's face darkened instantly, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Children may speak without thinking, but isn't this a bit too outrageous?

She reached out and gently patted Xiaomeng'er's head, her face stern as she softly scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! Why are you bringing your mother into this?"

Little Meng'er was patted, and her little mouth immediately pouted. She looked aggrieved and muttered softly:

"My mother has to take care of me every day and help me suppress the extreme demonic power within me. She's so tired every day... I just want to find a father so my mother can get some rest..."

At this point, she seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and she waved her little hand animatedly:

"Oh, right! I met an old man in the back hill the other day! He was so kind! I loved his aura, it was so warm. Would you like him to be my dad?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Luoli's face instantly darkened even more.

This child has been spoiled rotten by her. He even dared to run to the back mountain on his own and take the initiative to find his father.

Just as she was about to say something to scold him, she saw Meng Yuxuan next to her suddenly freeze, her eyes lighting up instantly.

The old man on the back hill?

Could it be... Old Xu?

She quickly grabbed Xiaomeng'er's little hand and asked anxiously:

"Little Meng'er, tell your aunt, what did that old man look like?"

Little Meng'er tilted her head, thought carefully for a moment, and then smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons:

"So handsome! Even more handsome than the male protagonists in the storybooks! He was carrying a hoe, weeding, and reciting poetry while swaying his head~~ Hehe~~ I even invented a new word, it's called... 'Old Handsome Guy'!"

Meng Luoli: "..."

An old man with a completely white beard? How handsome could he be?

Still calling himself handsome?

What kind of nonsensical words has this child learned?

As she remained silent, she noticed Meng Yuxuan beside her, her eyes shining brightly, her previous mournful expression vanishing instantly. She clapped her hands, grabbed Meng'er's little hand, and gave her a high five, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Hehe! That's right, that's right! The old man weeding and reciting poetry on the back hill, that must be Old Xu! Little Meng'er, you really do take after me, you have such good taste!"

Seeing the smile return to her third sister's face and the gloom in her eyes fade away, Meng Luoli also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Yuxuan was carefree and her feelings came and went quickly; she wasn't bothered by this matter for too long.

However, her curiosity only grew stronger.

What kind of person is Xu Pingsheng, who can make the third sister, who has always been indifferent to men, so infatuated and make Xiao Meng'er unable to forget him?

For some reason, whenever she thought of the words "old man," she couldn't help but think of that night...

Lately, I've even been dreaming about it frequently.

It's been over two years. That old man... Xiaomeng'er's biological father, the grass on his grave must be several feet high by now.

Maybe.

Should we find some time to take Xiaomeng'er back for a visit?

No matter what, he is Xiaomeng's biological father.

As she pondered, a hint of confusion crept into the depths of Meng Luoli's beautiful eyes.

...............

The next day.

After beating Xu Lao Er for a day and a night, and hanging him on the gate of the Xu family, Xu Pingsheng warned no one not to let him down within three days before returning to the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

As soon as I returned to the palace, I sensed that the atmosphere was strange.

Those male disciples who used to ignore him now hung their heads and dared not meet his gaze, but their eyes revealed genuine awe, mixed with a hint of undisguised envy and jealousy.

Meanwhile, the female disciples who usually joked and played around with him had very strange looks in their eyes. In addition to their awe, they also had a strong curiosity, as if they were looking at some rare object, and occasionally they whispered to each other.

"What's going on?"

Xu Pingsheng was completely bewildered.

Could it be that news of what happened at Tingxue Pavilion has reached Guanghan Immortal Palace?

It's only been two days, there's no way the news could spread this fast.

Now that everyone knows he's a quasi-emperor, there's no need to pretend anymore. He lifted his foot and walked towards Meng Yuxuan's palace.

The unwavering offer of freebies for confessing one's love is something we still have to take advantage of.

Just as he lifted his foot, a slender and graceful figure blocked his way.

"Wen Lingxi?"

Xu Pingsheng was taken aback, then overjoyed.

I haven't seen this girl in a long time. I thought she had gone out to gain experience.

Perfect timing, let's have an appetizer.

He raised a hand to brush away the stray hairs falling across his forehead, leaned slightly to the side, and gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. His eyes instantly shifted to a deep, affectionate look, and even his voice lowered, carrying a deliberately cultivated magnetism.

"Miss Wen, how have you been?"

Before Wen Lingxi could speak, he continued on his own, his tone so tender it could stretch into silk:

"The brief encounter was too tender, and the longing after separation is all the more overwhelming."

"Miss Wen, do you know? Ever since we parted ways last time, the evening breeze along the way and the streetlights have been reminding me how precious the time we spent together was."

"After meeting you, all the passing time has turned into endless longing."

"Those unspoken tendernesses, those fleeting moments that didn't have time to linger, have all become the eternal love in my heart!"

"By the way, Miss Wen, wanna go out?"

Wen Lingxi remained silent, staring intently at Xu Pingsheng, her phoenix eyes holding a complex expression that no one could fathom.

for a long time.

She nodded slowly:

"good!"